for what is worth


What good are your eyes?
When it denies to see the truth
When it only see what it wants to see

What good are your hands?
When it touch is as cold as a loathe
When it does mold destruction

What good are your feet?
When it juggles, jungle away
In reclaiming all truth, from facing
the odds.

What good is your mouth?
When all its splits are words of lies
When it trembles in speaking the truth

What good is your mind?
When it only think of your own ends
When it doesn't learn to understand.

What good is your heart?
When it doesn't know how to forgive
When it doesn't beat for others to live?